wanderlust

The brain is silent, the brain is dark, the brain tastes nothing, the brain hears nothing. All it receives are electrical impulses, not the sumptuous chocolate melting sweetly, not the oboe solo like the flight of a bird, not the tingling caress, not the pastels of peach and lavender at sunset over a coral reef, just impulses.

diane ackerman

Judging from picture books, apparently heaven is a partly cloudy place.

rilo kiley

The first goal is to see the thing itself in and for itself, to see it simply and clearly for what it is. No symbolism, please. The second goal is to see each individual thing as unified, as one, with all the other ten thousand things. In this regard, a little wine helps. The third goal is to grasp the first and second goals, to see the universal and the particular, simultaneously. Regarding this one, call me when you get it.

david budbil

Chew your way into a new world. Munch leaves. Molt. Rest. Molt again. Self reinvention is everything.

amy gerstler, advise from a caterpillar